I remember that story.

Remember when I purposefully put a very pissed off hamster in your wetsuit while you were kiting? That was the best, Bryan :wink:

How about when I couldn't figure out how to launch your kite at NB and the circus music started coming "out of nowhere" and I got pissed.

I tend to forget most of the little B.S. things and remember each time a guy saved me and vice versa. My list of gratitude is way too long to be complete.

Bayflite and Billy (Shell Island,black sky, get saved by paragliders, get wasted after, day)
Billy, Billy again, Billy again.
Raul and my kite at the skyway.
Mark Townsend saving run away kite after my whole harness blew in half (East beach)
Zack, saving me from death spiralling kite at skyway......
ad naseum.